They tell me I have to feel something.
But I feel nothing.
They tell me I have to show emotion.
But I have no emotion left to show.
They tell me i have to stop fighting...
Stop fighting the pain.
But I don't feel it.
I am numb to this pain.
They tell me I should cry.
But I have no more tears to shed.
They tell me I have to stop cutting.
But I can't let go of the knife.
They tell me I will die.
And all I say is.....
'Let death come upon me.'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
read my poem 'numb' it's quite simaler to yours. we have alot in common by the way we write. i can connect with your poems cuz ive been there done that and im back there again for a second dose.